(Dyer)

The beating of a dragon's wings cast a balmy sigh on all bright things

The next extinction knows my name I'm creating magic, just the same

and it's real, do you see?

Sing we now our dragonsong dance awake the souls we damned too long

One jeweled, bedazzled note in flight call the dragon moving toward the light

and it's real, do you see?

Something crawls back into something else and with no sound it all begins again The dragon swallows his own tail and soon noone remembers it had ever been but it's real, do you see?

Sing we now our dragonsong dance awake our hearts before we're gone

The stones no longer wish to be walls now the beggars soar and empires fall

and it's real, do you see?

(Dyer) Eddy Dyer - acoustic guitar, vocals

produced by James Lindenschmidt www.craftedrecordings.com

painting by Che Arrajj